I had a phone call from a friend the other day
And he informed me that a parent had passed away
And I wondered what do you do when someone dies that you don't love?
How do you reconcile that guilt with the fact that they were your blood?
I had a phone call from my sister the other day
And by the trembling in her voice I knew what she had to say
And I wondered what do I do when you die and I don't feel love?
How do you reconcile this guilt with the fact that you were my blood?
Dressed in my Sunday finest
I made my way to your grave
And besides the pile of churned earth
I thought I heard
Someone say
No-one ever really dies for you
That's not a request that I would make
No-one ever really dies for you
So disregard the ticker-tape parade
No-one ever really dies for you
That's not a request that I would make
No-one ever really dies for you
So don't believe what they say
Cos no-one ever really dies for you
What a ridiculous request to make
Cos no-one ever really died for you
So beware of the Savior's handshake
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Save yourself
Cos no-one ever really died for you
No-one ever really died for you